Since the success of Johnson & Johnson's experiment, Professor Grantster and his experiment have been in the whirlpool of public opinion, and for a time the topic of heat even exceeded that of the BFR rocket that was heading to Mars.

There are many debates about cryonics and dormancy technology, but the attitude of the vast majority of ordinary people is opposed.

Even though it may provide a chance for terminally ill patients to survive, the cost of keeping a refrigeration unit running for decades is not like an expense that the average person can afford, no matter how you think about it.

If such technology is destined to serve only the upper classes, and the resulting social costs are passed on to the "awake people", then the people at the bottom seem to have no reason to support its existence.

A certain Dutch performance art painter even painted a satirical painting of a mummy frozen in an ice coffin on a throne, before a group of servants in suits and leather shoes knelt down on one knee at it, shackles in their hands leading a group of ragged slaves. The allegorical irony of the rich who try to enjoy the glory and wealth of the future, just like the pharaohs thousands of years ago.

A certain North American science fiction writer even used spicy strokes to depict a dystopian society ruled by a group of ice coffins that can never wake up, and those servants who never want their masters to wake up.

In that dystopian society, people lived in extreme poverty, social development came to a standstill, and classes were solidified to the point where it was almost impossible for one person to make a class leap through his own efforts, because the vast majority of wealth was monopolized in the hands of the "eternals" and their servants.

Although in a certain sense, these views are one-sided, the problems caused by them have indeed attracted the attention of many people of insight.

The question of whether this technology is unethical is debated both inside and outside the academic community.

However, just when public opinion controversy continued, a big event happened.

Just when everyone was criticizing this technology, the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study quietly set up a research group on cryonics technology, and invited Professor Liu Zuobing, director of the Cell Cryomedicine Research Office of the Institute of Basic Medical Sciences of PLA General Hospital, as the person in charge of the project.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately caused an international uproar.

If it's a small shrimp, forget it, where is the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study?

That's the cradle of controlled fusion technology!

The birthplace of the Xiangrui aerospace aircraft!

The most important thing is that the dean is Professor Lu, and he is also the one who approves the research......

Many opponents of the technology have a faint sense of something wrong, especially those who are fanatical opponents of cryonics.

Nima!

The subject that Professor Lu is targeting!

What if this is really researched?!

Although Lu Zhou has never shown some extraordinary talent in the field of biology, and the articles published in the past have not involved this research at all, no one can guarantee that there will not be one in the future.

After all, there are too many miracles that Lu Zhou has created.

Not only that, but some people even keenly recognized the name of Professor Liu Zuobing, who was the head of the research group, and pointed out that they had seen it in the quotation of Professor Grantster's paper......

All indications show that Lu Zhou doesn't seem to be joking, but really intends to solve this problem.

……

Inside the Faculty of Economics at Princeton University.

Professor Angus Deaton, who was sitting in his office, took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose with an angry face, and slammed the newspaper in his hand on the table.

"It's unbelievable!"

Standing across from the desk, Professor Witten smiled and took a sip of tea, and said softly.

"What's wrong? My friend. ”

If five years ago he was only half-bald, now he has only a beard on his head.

There is no way, the years are unforgiving.

Born in 1951, he is now over 70 years old, and he has reached the age when he should count the days to live.

Especially two years ago, after his old friend Professor Attiyah failed to challenge the Riemann conjecture, he calmly closed his eyes not long after, which touched him very much. By now, he has largely lived a semi-reclusive life in Princeton, rarely as active as he was a few years ago.

"I don't understand, Lu Zhou, why would he do such a thing! With his wisdom, it is impossible not to think of this! Grumbling angrily, Professor Angus took the computer from the side, opened the mailbox, and tapped the email with trembling fingers on the keyboard.

Seeing the excited appearance of his old friend, Witten smiled and said.

"Don't get excited, my friend, we're not young anymore, keep an eye on your blood pressure."

"But——, anyway...... I've got to stop him! ”

Gently lowering the teacup in his hand, Witten thought for a moment before speaking.

"Perhaps...... He also has his own troubles? ”

The fingers tapping on the keyboard paused slightly, and Angus frowned at Witten.

"You mean...... Did the Chinese government force him to do this? ”

"Not really, but it's unlikely!" Edward Witten smiled and, after a pause, continued, "He's a very assertive man, and no one can force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. In the same way, once he has made up his mind, no one can stop him. ”

Angus was silent for a moment, slowly took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and leaned back in his chair tremblingly.

"Then with what you know about him, why did he do this?"

"You're wrong, I didn't know him very well, and even when I was at Princeton, I knew him only because he was a gifted scholar," Witten continued, after a pause, "Professor Feverman knew him better and held him in high esteem. And I'm ...... To a certain extent, I agree with Professor Feverman's views and also consider him to be a respectable scholar. ”

Professor Angus, with a somewhat sarcastic tone, said angrily: "Even if he is doing something wrong with his knowledge? ”

"Who can say what the future holds? It may be a bit politically incorrect to say that, but I don't think cryonics is as bad as you think? Professor Wito smiled, "No invention can be worse than a telephone, can it?" Nowadays, young people are not interested in using love letters to express romance. ”

Angus shook his head and said, "You don't understand. ”

Witten said with a smile: "I really don't know much about economics, maybe it's because of the limitations of rational thinking?" But I think we are all mutual, just like I am an old stubborn who can only use mathematics to study physics in your eyes, and you who study those crude and unaesthetic mathematical models in my eyes, what is the difference? ”

"It's not a shoddy mathematical model, it's a well-calculated image-only model! It objectively reveals the objective laws of human social activities to a certain extent," Angus raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "If you look down on those things, why not use your own mathematical model to try to win a Nobel Prize?" ”

Reaching out and rubbing his eyebrows, Witten joked, "Oh...... You've got a problem for me, and I may have to wait until cryonics allows me to travel to the future, if I can survive that day. ”

"Eternal life means eternal death, my friend, and it is not a bad thing to accept the end of life in peace," Professor Angus continued, giving Witten a deep look, "I know that Sir Attia's death has touched you a lot, but we will all have this day, and there is nothing to worry about. ”

"I don't want to discuss this with you," Witten said, smiling, looking away, "since you have something to say to him, why don't you go and meet him and talk to him in person?" Every time I talk to him, I get a lot out of it...... If it weren't for the doctor's advice that I fly as little as possible, I'd have come with you. ”

"Hehe, that's what I mean!"

Closing the computer, Professor Angus staggered up from his office chair and walked to the door.

Looking at his old friend who had left the office, Witten shouted with a smile.

"Remember to say hello to Professor Lu for me, just say that his old friend misses him very much and has time to play cards together!"

There was no response outside the office.

It seems that Professor Angus has gone far.

Witten shook his head with a smile, leaned on the armrests of the sofa, and slowly stood up.

"Time is one second less, why didn't I notice it before......"

Muttering to himself, his gaze drifted out of the window, looking at the turtledove perched on the branch cleaning its feathers, and suddenly came to a sentence without a head or a tail.

"That's good."